Witness Without Leverage — Handling Note

The ink finds the page,
But the tray remains unread,
No stamp is applied.

Words fill up the form,
Filed in the silent drawer,
No one holds the key.

Testimony ends,
The desk has no red ink pad,
Weight without a seal.

We hear every sigh,
Written on yellow paper,
Kept far from the chief.

A carbon copy,
Fading in the lowest vault,
Truth without a path.